Our sheets were thrown down on the floor. These were bagged up and taken from a near by Motel 6 where my mother used to work hours upon hours sweeping...and cleaning up other peoples messes.Her excuse at home was, "Why bother. It's just going to be like that the next time. You kids clean it up yourself if you want something clean."None of us ever bothered cleaning it up because we were too young to know how. Our father, God bless his soul, was a ruthless, cheapass, drunk as my mother used to put. She had found that even if she just gave the older male customers for her cookies a little taste of pussy or a little bit of loving action with her tongue with a pillow under her knees they would do almost anything she asked without question.In a way, she sensed the power between her legs was the driving force of her relationships with men, except, of course, with her brother Jimmy, who she simply adored from the moment she was old enough to give him a sweet sisterly kiss right out in the open. She looked into my eyes which I assumed were a bit blurry. “Are you okay?” I noted real concern in her question. “Oh yes, I’m very much okay. I wish you could feel what I feel right now. It feels as though there’s gizem being drawn through, sucked all the way from someplace far away as it makes my anus vibrate. My penis tip, legs, my middle, a point at the bottom of my spine, my balls where they connect all tingle amazingly when she sucks like this after a climax.” I didn’t tell Lois my anus. A slight figure appeared, running into the clearing, looking over it's shoulder anxiously, seemingly fearful of pursuit. With a flash of white blouse and a rustle of bustle, the sound of bare feet pattering on the frozen ground was almost drowned out by the rushing wind. Suddenly the sound of galloping hooves split the night, and with a rush, a dark hulking figure on a large and winded horse overtook the slight figure and snatched it into the saddle in front, hardly slowing. The slight figure.